Hope: A Long Forgotten Tune
She is an ancient music box
Delicately placed in an abandoned study
She had patiently waited, eyes wide, innocent
Naively hoping to be commanded to sing,
To inspire bubbly emotions in liquid symphonies
She is worn at the edges, revealing an unfinished layer
Of lack of confidence beneath a once glossy finish, now dulled by lack of concern
The key to her heart had been lost long ago, having
Disappeared a few decades distant to this day and age
If her savior was ever recovered, she would have
Blossomed into a battery powered ballad
Thirsty for lazy smiles that play across dreadful faces
When they seek refuge in the comfort of a melody
But this is an outdated affection
The industrial age powers forth a more commanding tune
Rhythmically blinding, discombobulating our youth
Our tunes frantic, direct, simplistic in desire
She knows she's not unique, she was manufactured
Created like hundreds identical, not handmade,
Simply assembled.
But engineered to inspire her same never wavering hope
While her finishing dulls, it is never removed
She, with a knowing smile, is aware
When all the world is unplugged
Maybe
Just
Maybe
The masters of the house will succumb to tradition
To bother to dig up an abandoned music box
And she will have an audience once more.
poem by Zara Jamshed
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